Shots Fired in the Arctic, Greenpeace Activists Held by Russian Security
“Imagine you’re that activist. For a moment, in the middle of the chaos of protesting in the frigid Arctic ocean, you lock eyes with a Russian Coast Guard officer. He is there to stop your peaceful protest, and help ensure the company’s operation goes ahead.”
That’s how Greenpeace saw it today when they boarded the Prirazlomnaya, the Russian arctic production platform located 60 kilometers offshore in the Pechora Sea. 11 warning shots were fired by Russian security services at the Greenpeace vessel Arctic Sunrise. The activists are now being held by the Russian security service.
Am I the only one really frustrated by this constant BS?
Russian "security", Putin and his ruski lapdogs throwing sh*t at the rest of the world and none yet thought of returning the favor back?
I mean how the f*ck do you drill in international waters, imprison protesters on a ship in the arctic and actively ignore and deny the consequences of drilling there?
all this while not giving rat's ass about anyone else?
That's a shmuck country, if you're dictating and holding down the US, trying to stop 'aggression', then you better f*cking hold yourself aswell instead of immediately, aggressively imprisoning Greenpeace protestors on the fricking arctic.
Their frightening escalation of force just highlights their usual behaviour, while countries are being extra cautious on even less than this and have to choose their next actions carefully, the Russian "security", government, etc, always does whatever the f*ck they want and none's there to criticize.
Now, dear GTA V diplomats, please tell me why it's so hard for Obama to put Putin in his place for once? I honestly don't get it.
Hello fellow writers and excuse me for writing "fellow" as if I were a writer myself. I am really not good at this I assume, first time for everything and I decided to publish mine over here, expecting some helpful advices and just sittin' here, sharing something I wrote.
For some reason I hate beginnings, but have to start somehow so I wrote this and I'm not very fond of it, As I find it written kind of depressing. While the next parts of the planned story are going to be much less sad, more fun and lively. That's suppoused to be the story's foundation, the sad writing is a bad habit I caught from Jeff Lindsay's dexter books, hopefully it'll change if it should. Enjoy.
I shouldn't have done this, it was way over my head from the beginning. I was caught up in this tragedy more than I could have even imagined. For even the greatest nightmares could not scare me as much as this poor man lying on the ground, cold and dead.
It was a dark day, so many mistakes and the decision had not yet been made. He was there. His eyes and gun staring at her, I could not let him hurt her. she is all I ever wanted. He had no idea I was there, I could've escaped. But I chose to be human, and protect the people I care for. And so I had a knife, for the purpose of cutting the electricity cables that is - nothing more. But the pointy edge soon found itself providing another need of mine. as if cutting the power supplies of the whole Museum wasn't enough. This sinful blade was used to stab this poor man in the back. It was meant to be a heist. god knows why I took part in it in the first place, especially going so far.
The three of us made it look like a suicide, switched the poor man's gun with mine. I wore gloves thus no fingerprints should be left on it. To cover what we've done even further, we framed the dead man for stealing an artifact, we placed it in his hands, It fell from Harry's clumsy hands and broke to three pieces - which was to our advantage, As if an overly attached patrol guard had his conscience hurt after breaking one of the museum's antiques. It was all set up like a suicide, our hopes were that the police force would buy it - would they? Still barely understanding what have we done, not even starting to imagine what we have caused and what'll be coming to us, we left quickly. Pale as ghosts, the three of us approached the hotel knowing that we've done the greatest mistakes so far in our lives. We knew far worse mistakes and scenarios were yet to come.
Honestly the thought of a greater tragedy than this, taking slow steps and soon knocking on our doors was nowhere near comforting. Was it really worth it? protecting the life of the maybe-future wife of mine? with the cost of an innocent's life when all he had done was his job? maybe. The mental consequences came shortly afterwards, struck me like lightning. Honestly I'd have preferred it if real lightning would've smashed my head instead. The thoughts of impending scenarios have consumed me -